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/-/ I saw the sun rise as I left the Warrior's den. I had been chosen to lead a patrol, so here I was getting myself ready to go out. I had a mouse for breakfast, cleaned my fur and was now making my way across the camp to the entrance to wait for the rest of the patrol. I didn't have to wait long. I heard two sets of paws coming towards me. I rose to my paws and turned to greet the other warriors.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 24, 2018 22:43:05 GMT -5
Agavesilk stretched outside the thanes den before hurrying to meet the others for the border patrol. She wasnt even sure why they had to patrol the border. SpringClan was rarely around it seemed. "Greetings Sandblizzard" she meowed as she padded closer.
The prison guard inclined his head to both as he approached, his speckled gold gaze sizing them both up in silence. Greysin preferred to frequent cats that he could read easily, but it wasn't always possible. Now he'd have a chance to get a good look at these two, though he could not say the prospect interested him much. Lately he had been less concerned with other cats and more concerned about his own beliefs.
